Lyrics:
they sound all wrong
The sun shines on the cinnamon floating from the bong
Is that what it has come to?
Another dreamless day
Passing you by
know, what is driving me down now, so down now, yeah
I wish I could know, what is driving me down now, so down now, yeah
Check it, yeah
Drive me down
I'm hanging by a thread
I'm looking for what's real
I'm thinkin' 'bout my girl back home
And my girl back home is what I need
But I'm lonely
Strutting her stuff on the street
She said, hello, hey Joe
You want to give it a go, oh
Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (hey hey hey)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee
stalling, by my car
She's not picking, picking, picking, up her phone
I am waiting, waiting, waiting, outside, alone
I want you more, I want you more
direction
Crept up on me just in time
You've been giving me the wrong connections
I can't waste what I can't find
Are you seeing?
You're on your own
No
cords stretched through broken glass never summed up so much.
All of this to be raped of self esteem and expose my fucking self…
Tonight…
What could
know my secrets
So I might (I'm open)
Brought to by my knees to my own words
What I want (to really hurt you)
So show it around
You've been
Insolence provokes daring them to step it up
Bluntly challenged, fuck you, you fuck
Fingernails to cutting what will get them past
Your immovable strength,
a stand.
You think I should grow up but I think I already have,
I'll succeed on my own terms, I'll take what I can grab.
I don't think it's fair to judge me
I'm older
I was rooting for you, and you still take it out on me
Aren't you older?
God you, you bully
You got what you want
A big house near the city
watching waves and sunset
Girl if I’m dreaming
Please don’t wake me up yet
This what you call life
Freeze the time Rolex
Señorita
She’s a bad mamcita
Soon
By looking at the scum in this world
I just can't believe what I am told
The fucked-up things that happen everyday
If there is a God why do we live
give em up
your love, your love is the thread and the needle
stitch by stitch baby these old things will be good as new again
Lay, lay that needle down
Anymore.
So now I'm standing up for how I think.
So long, you were wrong - I do have what it takes!
Breakdown - hold up - I'm doing great these days.
Bad
Growing up being the best we could
Something in us keeping us strong
With nothing left but something to hold on to
We just make it no matter what
been a bankers monkey and a cotton field flunky and my fingers throb
I gave it all up when I found me a goin' nowhere
And I found a new thing just
and I said
Now did you come by the name on your truck Giddyup Go
Well he said I got it from my pop
Dad used to drive a truck that's what mom talked about
god knows I tried to
Then you showed up like a dopamine rush in Oxford dress shoes
Maybe all I know is every year I spent alone
Been vindicated by you
Take my hand แล้วก็ขึ้นยาน
แค่เราสองท่ามกลางหมู่ดาว
And stay like that like that
You know me I know you
เธอก็รู้ What we wanna do
ไม่ต้องหา Way back way
now (soul now)
But the pain reminds me that I'm still up for the fight
When every day is colored in Soviet grays of sorrow (sorrow)
I'll hold onto
is just a dream
Filled up with you
If I could spin the world up in my hand
Tip the hour glass to stop the flowing sands
Spinning away with time in
Berkshire by the fire hydrant
People laughing and the babies smiling
Sun’s up and the food good
People be doing what they be doing
Go ahead
Me Go
Into the Open Wide
Lord Let Me Run
In this town a day can fade into a year
And folks round here do what they're told
By midnight I'll be 30 truck
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